Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burkina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.